*calling Constipated Boy*
“Yellow?”
“Why do...grhhhhhh. Keep on ca—grhhh—lling me? I said stop.”
“Can't stop, the feeling...”
“If you—”
“Love me, let me gooo...”
“Say—”
“Something I'm giving up on you.”
“Stop singing...grhhhhh.”
“Why you gotta be so rude?”
“Grhhhhh...”
“I think this time that was a growl. Unless you have a dog called Sniffles. Awww, Sniffles! Come here!”
“Woman! Stop yelling in my ear!”
“How do you know I'm a woman. I could be a guy with a high pitched voice. Stop assuming my gender!”
“Stop yelling then!”
“No, you!”
“What are we? Grhhhhh...five?”
“I'm actually four, thank you very much.”
“And I'm eighty.”
“So I'm calling an eighty year old perverted and constipated man?”
“Wha—”
“Just my luck.”
“Stop mumbling or I'll think you're possesed!”
“Then stop yelling—”
“Grhhhhhhh!”
“I have to go pee. Talk later.”
“And why would you have to pee at this ungodly hour?”
“And why do you always have to be constipated whenever I call you?”
“Did you drink lot's of water?”
“And did you eat your greens?”
“At least I'm pooing... Is that pee I hear?”
“I said I had to pee, but you wouldn't let me hang up.”
“How much did you drink?”
“One cup of water, why?”
“One cup? One cup! One grhhhhhhh.”
“It's not my fault God blessed me with the bladder the size of a pea and cursed you with the bladder the size of a cow.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Well ain't this a piece of cake...oh I'm bloody Mary by the way.”
*call ended*
“Did he just hang up on me. Oh, oh I think I can hear his constipation from here.”
YOU ARE READING
Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]
Short StoryIn which a girl gets dared to call a random number and that person on the other line happens to be a constipated boy. (Told through texts and messages with the occasional [kinda] actual chapters) [Start: June 23, 2017] [End: N/A]
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